There - it was on its way. I giggled out loud as I imagined Steve would be sitting there at his desk when my text message and photo got to his phone. It would ring and he'd see the message was from me and he'd know immediately what it contained - and his dick would start to get hard right then and there. He'd know it was a photo of me with a hard dick fucking my willing mouth or maybe shooting a wad of cum on my face or splattering jizm across my titties.

And that's exactly what was happening right now. I was laying on my back on a smelly, lumpy bed at the local No-Tell Motel, a truly low-rent sort of place. I was with Jake, a truly low-rent sort of guy. But OK - I liked 'em like that. I'd just met him about an hour ago, down at the Mini-Mart. I'd stopped off for a pack of cigarettes and some breath mints. He was coming out the door and walking across the parking lot to the banged-up pickup truck parked next to my old Chevy. I liked what I saw, so I smiled as I opened the door and got out of the car, making sure I spread 'em wide and flashed him good. It was a "no panties and no bra" day for your girl Veronica here; and my new friend got the message loud and clear. He was leaning up against my car when I came out.

As I made my way across the parking lot, I was talking on my cell phone - talking loud enough to make sure he could hear every single word - a giggly breathy account of a night spent naked and sweaty not so long ago with another complete stranger - a very well-endowed stranger. It had been an incredibly erotic night, and I was making myself wet all over again, just thinking about it.
He was long and lean; probably in his mid-twenties. Long fingers. Short dark hair. Big feet. Nice smile. He introduced himself and asked if I had an hour or so to kill. I liked his cockiness; his arrogance; his directness. I also liked the bulge in his pants. So off we went.

I pretty much had a standing account at this motel. I originally choose it because it was a little outside of town - and I'd kept it because the desk clerks could be easily bribed. I always asked for the same room. I liked the room because it was all the way at the end and felt a little more private. I mean, I liked my sleazy fun all - and I indulged as often as I could, but I did have a reputation to protect - after all, I'm a forty-four year old divorced woman with two grown-up sons who have families of their own now - and I have a really responsible position (with great benefits !) at the biggest bank in town. And Steve had a good job, too. So I had to be at least a little bit careful.

But right now, being careful was the last thing on my mind. Now that we'd sent the photo from my cell phone to Steve's, Jake and I could finally get down to the serious business at hand. His hot mouth was working its way down my body, licking my hard nipples and then playing inside my navel and slowly travelling towards my shaved snatch. I opened my legs wide and his tongue slipped right in.

It wasn't long before I wanted more than just his skilled tongue inside me, so I sat up and climbed onto his rock hard dick and started riding it like a maniac. He reached up and started playing with my nipples as he kissed the hollow of my neck. A few minutes later, I was bouncing up and down on his cock and screaming that I wanted him to fuck me harder. He did, and a massive orgasm washed over me in huge, repeating waves.

Jake gave me a minute or two to catch my breath before he suddenly flipped me over onto my belly and rammed his hard cock up way my ass, smearing my asshole with my own cum as a lubricant. I hollered because it hurt, and I struggled to get away, but Jake was having none of it. He held me firmly in place and kept pounding my poor asshole until he suddenly groaned and finally collapsed against me as he filled my butt with what felt like buckets of hot cum. We were both out of breath and covered with sweat.

As I drove home about half an hour later, I thought about how Jake had been good, but he was definitely not one of the best. Even though I'd been having sex since I was in my mid-teens, I'd not blossomed sexually until I hit my early thirties. By then, I'd had both of my sons. I'd worked hard and kept myself in awesome shape, and one day I just woke up and decided it was high time to show off my well-toned body. So I went out and bought myself loads of totally sexy undies, some really short skirts and a whole bunch of low cut tops. Oh, yeah - and a bikini and a couple of pairs of killer four-inch stilettoes. My husband Greg thought I looked and acted slutty, and he was concerned and upset. (about my effect "on the children", he said. Yeah, right.) He also couldn't keep up with my sexual needs. So it wasn't long before we were divorced.

Steve and I found our way to each other online. We only fucked once or twice before we decided we were having so much fun we ought to just go ahead and move in together. We had sex almost daily (and sometimes several times a day - especially on weekends) and we went to swing clubs a couple of times a month. He was a lot younger than I was, but that hadn't ever bothered either of us - but both of my sons were really grossed out by our relationship because he was younger than either one of them - and his entire family was pretty disgusted by the whole thing. And neither of us was interested in getting married, so the way we were doing things suited both of us just fine. What we shared together was considered by both of us to be our primary relationship, but we both had our solitary fun on the side, too.There were a few old girlfriends he just couldn't seem to let go of - and I was off work on Wednesdays and liked to entertain myself with a sweet little game I made up and called "Cock Fishing".

I usually charged my phone while I showered, washed my hair and shaved my legs and my pussy. Didn't want to take a chance on the phone's battery dying on me at a critical time; these experiences couldn't be recreated. Then I got dressed in a really slutty low cut top and a super short skirt; no bra and no panties. And usually stilettoes. I grabbed a pack of smokes, a little cash, a few condoms and my cell phone - and set out to find myself an adventure.

It was really warm outside when I first made up the game. It was the middle of an afternoon in June and I'd just bought some new sheets on sale at K-Mart. I was dying of thirst and stopped off at a fast food restaurant to get a Coke and there he was - standing in line in front of me - all six feet five inches of him. I made sure I sat at a table across from him and positioned myself just right so he'd be able to see the show. I bounced around a little to make sure he knew I was there. While I'd been waiting in line (and checking out his ass), I set my alarm to ring so I could fake taking a phone call (clever, right ?)

When it rang, I pretended like it was my best friend calling up to find out what had happened on the date I'd had the night before. I let my already-way-too-short skirt ride up as I leaned back in my seat and talked about what an amazing lover the man had been, and how he'd stayed hard seemingly forever. I felt the air-conditioning blowing cool air against my bare twat, so I knew it was exposed.

Oh, yeah . . . I definitely had his attention. I felt his eyes fasten themselves to my nipples. The air-conditioning had made them stick up like hard little raisins under the thin, gauzy material of my low cut shirt.

I quickly sized him up. Yum. He was even better-looking from the front, if that was possible. Tall, tanned, blonde, broad-shouldered, square-jawed, unshaven, rugged. I repeat: Yum. I smiled at him. He smiled back. Bingo. He was mine. All I had to do was reel him in.

I spread my legs a little bit further apart as I said goodbye to my "friend" and hung up my cell phone. I rooted around in my purse til I found a pen and a piece of paper. I wrote my address and cell phone number on it. Then I slurped the last of my Coke and stood up. I walked over to his table, smiled at him and said, "Come with me." I turned and walked away. I heard him stand up; I heard his footsteps following me. He walked behind me across the parking lot until we got to over my car. I handed him the paper with my address and cell phone number on it, got in the car and drove away.

Twenty minutes later and the two of us were butt naked and rolling around in the same bed I shared with Steve every night. After the initial fast and furious fuck (no foreplay necessary), we stopped for a little beer and smoke break. While we were laying there drinking, my cell phone started ringing. It was Steve. I didn't answer it, but that's when I got the bright idea to ask all my conquests to please let me take a photo of me sucking their cock. (which I'd later send to Steve at work)

I told my current partner my idea, and he was more than happy to oblige. We messed around and took a couple of shots til I managed to get one we both thought was cool. Then I turned the phone off and focused my attention on licking his balls and slowly pulling them into my mouth, first one at a time and then both together - and his tongue introduced itself to my clit. The poor guy - his dick wasn't half as big as I'm sure he wished it was. But he'd learned make up for that by doing magnificent things with his tongue that I'd never experienced before. He really gave my fat little clit a workout. We licked and sucked each other to another orgasm before we soaped up together in the shower and then had another beer and he left. We never even exchanged names. I liked being anonymous like that.

I usually went for the rough and ready outdoorsy type. I like manly men, if you know what I mean. Once in awhile, I pulled a guy in a suit, but not too often. I wasn't attracted to them, and I always thought they were kind of afraid of me.

And so it went just about every Wednesday afternoon from then on. I'd get myself all slutted up and then go out and hit the town in search of some hard dick. After I'd found someone (which usually didn't take too long) we'd go somewhere and fuck our brains out. At some point, I'd use my cell phone to take a photo of me sucking the guy's penis - and then I'd send it to my boyfriend, Steve at work. And that night when he got home, I'd tell him all about my experience - and the two of us would relive it in vivid detail.